He tried to fix her.
But she did not want to be fixed.
She like the way her wings
Rested upon her shoulders
And she liked how her hair
Was always swept away from her face,
Tangled curls that represented
Her freedom.
He thought she would be better
As everyone else.
But she didn't like
Her bare shoulders
And the way her hair
Was always straight and combed.
She liked herself before
He changed her.
So she carefully pulled out the stitches
And put her wings where it should be,
And she let her hair
Droop around her face,
Uncombed and free.
She promised herself
As she walked away from him
That she would never put her wings
In that hollow case
Ever again.
